Harriet's POV
Last night was probably one of the most passionate nights of my life. Myself and Cain made love pretty much all night. It was a good few hours. Of course, we had a few breaks. We went downstairs and made something to eat and drink; we'd sit and talk for a few minutes and then head back upstairs again. We can't keep our hands off each other. We are both overwhelmed by love and lust.
I turn around in the bed to face Cain, not knowing that he was already awake, his eyes fixed upon me. I groaned from tiredness, my eyes capturing his adoring gaze. "Hello you." He says softly, a gentle smile rising upon his face. "Oh hello" I respond. "So how long have you been staring me out then?"
He laughs lightly, his eyes still transfixed onto mine, our hands intertwining. "I'm not staring, just admiring you". I smile as I feel a wave of butterflies tingle across my stomach. He reaches over and kisses me tenderly. I could feel his tongue upon mine, his hand taking a firm grip of my face.
I pulled away, suddenly remembering seeing him and Moira looking rather comfortable in the Woolpack yesterday.
Cain's POV
I always hated it when she pulled away. I tried not to show it, but I did. It reminds me of the first time we kissed in the church. "Cain?" She asks. I say nothing, looking at her with confusion and slight worry. She sounded concerned, and that's never good. "I err, I saw you and Moira in the pub yesterday, looking rather cosy if you ask me." I could hear a surge of sadness in her voice. I had no idea she saw us together. Obviously I don't want her getting the wrong idea. Myself and Moira are just friends. Moira always nagged at me to move on and find someone else after we broke up, and I had. I found the vicar. I fell in love with the vicar. "Well, why didn't you come over?" I continue, still fixed upon her big, brown, puppy dog eyes. "I don't know. I felt awkward. You both looked so content and comfortable with each other." I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. I never want Harriet getting the wrong idea between me and Moira. I wanted her, and only her. I chuckle slightly. "Harriet" I say, moving her hair away from her face. I keep my hand there and stroke her cheek with my thumb. "Don't think for one second there's anything between me and Moira. That's ancient history. I want you; I want to be with you."
A full smile sweeps across her face. Highlighting her intense bone structure and her dimples. Her smile always had me transfixed. It was one of the most beautiful and sexiest things she could do. She moves her hand to the back of my head and pulls me closer. My lips meet with hers. I could hear her breathing increasing. Things suddenly got heated. I shift my body round so I'm on top of her, and we make love once again.